I have so many stories going at once that the other day I wanted to work on one and it took me an hour to find the file. Apparently in my brilliance I decided I wanted to call the story Unknown and I forgot. unkown.docx was not exactly screaming out to me as I looked through many files and folders.

Jason sat on the bed with Brianna, a lump in his throat. "What is it," she said, "you are really freaking me out." Jason fumbled his words, straining to maintain eye contact as he looked into her deep beautiful blue eyes. "I'm not sure how to tell you this really so I guess I will just come out and say it." The irony of his choice of words was not lost on him. Five years earlier...

Anna sat on a cold wooden bench. The room was lacking in any interestingdetails. The room appeared to be a hollowed out part of the mountain she entered hours before. There were two doors breaking the monotany of the walls. One door on the side she entered and another on the opposite side of the room. Neither of the large wooden doors had handles one door was painted green and the other red....